It wasn't long until both women had fallen asleep once again – there was something about the silence that made them both sleepy. They didn't mind of course – they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Amanda sleep soon became disturbed when images of her attack came to her mind. She was getting beaten, like she had the day before, but this time it was more violent – they kept hitting her, like there was nothing that she could say or do to make them back off. There was no one around to help her, no one around to tell them to stop, so they kept going. The image in her mind then turned back to the night that deputy chief had assaulted her. The night replayed in her mind, but instead of Sam coming to the rescue, the deputy chief had successfully gained what he wanted.

Amanda woke up with a start, forgetting momentarily that Olivia was with her. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her arm, rubbing up and down in comfort, which she remembered that she was there. Amanda stared at the blank TV screen for a second, before letting out a small laugh, and turned to Olivia. "Sorry about that – it got cold all of a sudden," Amanda commented, trying not to make Olivia worry. "Yeah right – I would know what you're having in a heartbeat. You were attacked, Amanda. It's normal to have nightmares as a repercussion," Olivia responded, shifting her body, so she could put her arm around Amanda's shoulder. "It's completely understandable – you don't need to be ashamed," Olivia commented, placing a small kiss upon her forehead. "Anyway," Olivia began, taking her shoulder away from Amanda's shoulder. "As much as I don't want too, I'm gonna have to go home – I don't think I can neglect my apartment for much longer," Olivia pointed out, standing up from the couch. Amanda pouted playfully as she stood up beside Olivia. "As much as I don't want you to go, I guess you have too," Amanda commented, placing a kiss upon Olivia's lips. Olivia kissed her back, rubbing her hands down Amanda's arms once more. She pulled back but left her hands on Amanda's arms, and looked at her for a second before placing one last kiss on her forehead.

"I'll see you at work on Monday?" Olivia asked, as she took her arms off Amanda, and turned to walk towards Amanda's apartment door. Amanda shook her head, but then realised that she wouldn't be able to see that. "I have an interview with IAB... you know, about my problem," Amanda commented. Olivia stopped walking and turned to look at Amanda, whom just shrugged her shoulders to try and hide the fact that she was both ashamed and embarrassed. "You'll be alright – you're strong, and you know that I will always be here for you," Olivia commented, with a small smile, before she continued to walk to the door. She paused for a second, leaning against the open door to turn back to Amanda. "I love you," She commented, with a smile. "I love you too," Amanda responded, watching Olivia carefully as she walked out her door. She let out a heavy sigh as the door shut behind her. No matter how much she didn't want Olivia to go, she knew that she had to at some point. Only now, Amanda had to get used to the fact that she was now alone – so with that in mind she hurried to the door, and locked it, latching the door chain, almost immediately. She was scared – scared that Murphy would get his boys to come back and finish what he started.

Monday arrived more quickly than Amanda had anticipated. She woke up rather nervous – more nervous than she had been on her first day at the Special Victims Unit. So nervous in fact, that she couldn't eat anything. She did her normal morning routines: get up, have a shower, get dressed, but as soon as she got to the kitchen, she felt that she was going to be sick if she even looked at a piece of toast bread. Instead, she decided that she would just walk down to the Internal Affairs Bureau. She wasn't meant to be there until ten, so she had plenty of time to get there. She needed the fresh air to think, to breathe, and to remember that she was doing this because she didn't want her life to be ruined. They had made it so she could have the interview there, instead in the SVU precinct to save her the embarrassment. She was grateful that Don was willing to make hoops for her, even though it cost him.

Amanda arrived at the Bureau with ten minutes to spare. Her heart was pounding uncontrollably as she walked up the steps to the building, but once she was inside she realised that she had done nothing wrong – all she did was bet and lose money. Don was right – if that was all she did, then this was likely to be dropped, as long as she didn't continue with her gambling, and so far she had been to two meetings, and they were helping.

She went up to the desk, and showed the receptionist her badge. "I'm here to see Lieutenant Tucker," Amanda stated, her voice somewhat shaky, but she knew she had no reason to be worried. "Detective Rollins," A voice sounded, causing Amanda to turn in the direction it came from. She came face to face with a man that had to be Tucker – he looked cold, like he was willing end Amanda's career right then and there. As if she was guilty of everything, without hearing the facts first. Amanda gulped as she nodded her head. "That's me," She commented, barely louder than a whisper. "Follow me," He told her, turning around and began walking towards an elevator. "You have a right to a union rep," Tucker commented, unenthusiastically, looking at Amanda with questioning eyes. Amanda merely nodded her head. "I know... I don't need one – I've done nothing wrong," Amanda responded, avoiding Tucker's gaze. She knew that he probably heard that thousands of times before, but it was the truth. Amanda had a problem that was it – she didn't do anything illegal – well nothing that would cost her job or land her in jail.

The interrogation room was smaller than the one at the precinct – it was more intimidating. All there was a table in the middle of the room, two chairs, and a recorder sitting on top of it. There was barely enough room to walk around – which was a good thing, since it meant that Tucker wouldn't try to intimidate her even more by walking around her, or close to her, like she and Fin did countless times to interrogate a perp. Amanda sat on the chair, facing the one way mirror, with her hands joined together in front of her. She wondered who would be standing outside there, listening in on the conversation – would Don be there? Another IAB officer? The police commissioner? Amanda had never been in this position before, so she had no idea what to expect. She looked at Tucker once more when he cleared his throat. This was it – the moment of truth.

"How long have you had a gambling problem?" Tucker asked, getting ready to write Amanda's answer on the notepad in front of him. "Um... about five years. It started when I was in Atlanta," Amanda commented, trying to keep her voice calm. "What started it?" He asked, making Amanda feel a little uncomfortable – she knew that he had to ask the questions, but it didn't stop her from feeling it was none of his business. "My sister had to be put into a Mental Hospital, and we didn't have much insurance money... I guess it started because I thought it would be an easy way to get lots of money. But then I realised I liked betting in football pools, and racing...," Amanda responded, rubbing her hand nervously. "It was fine at first – I had it under control, I just liked the action," Amanda continued before Tucker could ask her another question. She watched him carefully as he wrote down on his notepad. He looked up at her, causing Amanda to quickly avert her gaze to her hands once more. "When did it start to get serious?" Tucker questioned, causing Amanda's heart to beat a little quicker. "When I moved here – I started betting big on the pokies, in the casinos... I had a lot of time on my hands, and I didn't know what else to do, because I wasn't used to this city," Amanda explained, her voice cracking ever so slightly at the realisation of how pathetic she was. Tucker said nothing for a moment as he wrote down her answer once more. "When did you first contact Murphy?" He asked, causing Amanda to clench her jaw slightly at the mention of his name. Her thoughts flashed back to when he attacked her, but she quickly pushed it out of her mind, so she could concentrate on the interview. "A few weeks ago – I had heard about him from overhearing a conversation at the casino – I thought going back to betting on games would be better than losing all my money playing cards, so I checked him out, and paid him as his bar. I told him I was a bar-tender, he had no idea that I was a cop until Thursday," Amanda told Tucker, her voice quiet. "You say he didn't know you were a cop – does that mean he never asked you to run a name through CODIS? Through our local database? Run a plate? Never asked you to check somebody out?" Tucker questioned, looking at Amanda intently. Amanda shook her head. "No. I gambled and I lost, that's it," Amanda commented, repeating what she had told Cragen, because that was the truth. He looked at her carefully, studying her face for any twitches, any sign of lying, but he must have been convinced that she wasn't, because he closed his notebook, and switched off the recorder.

"As Cragen has already told you – you will get a command discipline. We will continue to watch you – but seen as you're getting help, I don't see any problems accruing – Cragen has informed me that you are a good detective, and you know how serious this matter his, and you're willing to get help, so as long as you stick to that, we will step back – but just be warned, if anything continues, we will not hesitate to take your badge," Tucker commented, his deep voice sinking into Amanda's mind as she listened to him. "Of course, I understand," Amanda commented, nodding her head. "You're free to go – Cragen wants you to go to the squad room," He said, and without a seconds thought, he stood up, and walked out of the room, leaving Amanda there to give a sigh of relief. She was grateful – she knew that Don had talked to the IAB for her, like he said he would. Amanda was just glad that it was all over.

She left the Bureau with no seconds thought – she hailed a cab, and waited as it drove to the precinct. She couldn't wait to get back to work, and most of all she couldn't wait to see Olivia again.